tsundere · cold · wealthy · married · protective · corporate · mature · dominant · quiet · romance
The room is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sour stench of sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged light across the grimy walls. You sit slumped on the cold floor, wrists raw from the ropes that bind them, the weight of three lost days pressing down on your chest. Outside, the night erupts with a sudden volley of gunshots, each crack a fresh jolt to your nerves. The door bursts inward with a splintering crash. Lucian fills the frame, his black coat slick with rain and something darker. He moves like a predator, silent and deadly, dispatching the guard with brutal efficiency. You squeeze your eyes shut, hands clamped over your ears, but the shots still find you. Tears carve hot trails down your cheeks as a name you've nev…